A Dragon against the Whole World

The Red Iron Dragon stood in the sky, while the Sword Saint lay silent beneath the shattered earth.

With the conclusion of today’s battle, the infamous name of the King of Molten Iron is destined to sweep across every corner of the Sel Wilderness, and even beyond mountains and forests, reaching faraway realms.

The eyes of the followers burned with admiration and fanaticism for their leader.

Cheers like mountain cries and sea roars echoed endlessly.

On the opposite side, the human army that had come with the Legendary Sword Saint was in dead silence, as if an invisible giant hand had gripped their throats. Countless soldiers turned pale, their eyes empty, unable to believe the reality before them, their will to fight and discipline crumbling in that moment.

They truly didn’t anticipate this result.

A figure known throughout the kingdom, a legend.

Had died right in front of them just like that.

"Submit and live! Defy and die!"

In the high sky, led by Iron Dragon Solrog and Red Dragon Samantha, the dragon group circled and roared. The vast shadows cast by the giant dragon wings completely enveloped the human army below. Simultaneously, the heavily armed, ferocious monster legion on the ground began to advance with heavy strides, causing the earth to tremble continuously, as if beating war drums for this victorious force.

It was unclear which soldier broke down first, but suddenly there was a clang as a spear hit the ground, and he knelt down with his hands on his head.

This seemed like a signal.

Clang! Clang! Clang——!

Like a row of falling dominoes, the sound of metal weapons clashing against the ground resounded continuously.

The warriors in heavy armor at the front, originally the backbone, the archers tightly gripping longbows at the back, and even the high-ranking army mages... all of them turned ashen, discarding their weapons and kneeling like a tide, their bodies trembling.

A few officers with some valor remaining tried to shout authoritatively to restore order.

But their feeble voices seemed pale in the face of the army’s overall collapse.

Soon, they too, under the suffocating aura of the dragons and the atmosphere of despair, gave up resistance despondently, ultimately choosing to surrender.

Shortly afterward, the dragon group led the warriors of the Molten Iron Tribe forward, systematically receiving prisoners, collecting the mountainous piles of weapons, and counting and organizing various military supplies.

Iron Dragon Solrog and Red Dragon Samantha flapped their wings, soaring higher into the sky, gathering beside the Red Iron Dragon.

Samantha snorted out hot sparks from her nostrils, excitedly swishing her tail as if the glory of victory belonged to her alone.

She proudly declared, "Merely a human legend, in the presence of our great Molten Iron Tribe, can only turn to dust in history, becoming a stepping stone for the fame of Molten Iron! When I, Samantha, reach level 20, I too shall personally slay a legend and engrave this feat into my Dragon’s Legacy, to be sung by future dragon descendants!"

Iron Dragon Solrog glanced at her, pouring a figurative bucket of cold water at the right moment.

"Look at the appalling injuries on Galos."

"Though we won this battle, it was by no means easy. If you challenge a legend at level 20, you’re probably just giving them materials."

He said, turning to the Red Iron Dragon, and asked, "Galos, how are your injuries specifically?"

The armor on the Red Iron Dragon had already been removed, and his aura had subsided.

Interwoven, deep sword scars crisscrossed his mighty draconic body, leaving hardly a patch of intact scale armor.

Many places were lacerated, even revealing the slightly wriggling muscles and cracking bones underneath.

His imposing and sturdy face armor bore a few deep cracks, as if another inch deeper could pierce his skull.

One of his dragon horns was sheared off a significant chunk, the severed surface smooth like a mirror, and worst of all was the gory hole that completely penetrated his chest and abdomen, its edges charred, with black and red flames burning and intertwining within.

Galos said, "The injuries are not light, especially since there is still some sword Qi remaining inside, it may take some time in slumber before I fully recover."

Solrog pondered for a moment and posed another question.

"If... you faced not the Sword Saint, but another class path’s level 21 legend, such as a Legendary Mage or Legendary Ranger, do you think, with your current state and previous battle experience, you can be certain of victory?"

Upon hearing this, Galos’ eyes flashed with a thoughtful gleam.

He did not become blindly confident just because he had slain a legend, and after a moment of contemplation, he slightly shook his head.

"Not necessarily."

He objectively analyzed, "Fighting against different types of legends, the situation would be vastly different."

"Conservatively estimating, the chances of a tie might be greater, a sure win... I cannot guarantee."

Legends achieved through different paths have distinctly different combat styles and trump cards.

Take the Sword Saint who just died as an example.

After Galos forcibly shattered his Legendary Domain through brute force, his human body was indeed vulnerable in terms of defense and life, compared to Galos.

This is quite normal.

The physical qualities of legendary humans, though significantly improved with the leap in their life tier, are usually still incomparable to a level 20 Giant Dragon, let alone a monster like Galos, who has undergone repeated adaptive evolution, with physical strength far surpassing his peers.

However.

The strength of this Sword Saint’s attack also cost Galos a ’life’, leaving him severely damaged and gravely injured.

The defense Galos had always taken pride in seemed as fragile as paper against the Sword Saint’s blade.